Poor Forgotten Fool
Im listening to Simian right now, and its making me all bitter, cause I COULD have seen them last night if we'd made it to Ladytron...but the tickets sold out and we got dicked over. And this band is really cool and so is Ladytron. And Nathan (thatiam) woulda been there, and he's all nice, so that would have been cool too. But nooooo, the cruel gods of tickets distributions have spit on me. Grrr.
Today something weird happened to me. I was at Wendys to waste some time in a warm place, cause I missed my bus. Now, I must mention that this is Fitness Weekend in Columbus Ohio. What does that mean? Mr. Meathead himself, Arnold Schwartzenegger, is hanging around our downtown. This not only louses up traffic but fills our city full of buff, squinty guys with maps that cant find the convention center. The Wendy's is BY the conventon center, so a few of the lucky guys that managed to find the place stopped for a bite to eat.
I was grabbing some ketchup next to one of the doits, when he tripped and spilled his napkins and straws. That sort of thing sucks, so I knelt down and grabbed them and handed them back to him. He thanked me profusely, which was strange.
Then I sat down to eat, and the guy sat at the table across from my table, in the seat adjacent to me, and STARED AT ME THE WHOLE TIME. I occasionally looked up from my doodles at him, and he quickly looked down at his meal. Finally, he got up, and stepped torwards me.
"Yes?"
"..."
"Can i help you?"
"...bye."
And he was gone.
Weird.
Anyway. Off to Corbans.
Today something weird happened to me. I was at Wendys to waste some time in a warm place, cause I missed my bus. Now, I must mention that this is Fitness Weekend in Columbus Ohio. What does that mean? Mr. Meathead himself, Arnold Schwartzenegger, is hanging around our downtown. This not only louses up traffic but fills our city full of buff, squinty guys with maps that cant find the convention center. The Wendy's is BY the conventon center, so a few of the lucky guys that managed to find the place stopped for a bite to eat.
I was grabbing some ketchup next to one of the doits, when he tripped and spilled his napkins and straws. That sort of thing sucks, so I knelt down and grabbed them and handed them back to him. He thanked me profusely, which was strange.
Then I sat down to eat, and the guy sat at the table across from my table, in the seat adjacent to me, and STARED AT ME THE WHOLE TIME. I occasionally looked up from my doodles at him, and he quickly looked down at his meal. Finally, he got up, and stepped torwards me.
"Yes?"
"..."
"Can i help you?"
"...bye."
And he was gone.
Weird.
Anyway. Off to Corbans.